Summer is underway and I am ready for it not to fly by. It feels impossible that we are closing in on July already. Looking down the river yesterday before work made it feel as if time had slowed to a languidly flowing current. The air was fresh and clean, the breeze soft and the sun warm on my back. It was a summerfest kind of day.
My peonies are blooming their hearts out, as are my iris and daisies. It is a fine farewell. I plan to dig up a few items to take with me, as my father dug them up to share with me. It is a nice thing to take along to a new place, and will help give a sense on familiarity and continuity.
After several twists, turns, misdirects and feints, we finally landed a house. One we had looked at and missed out on. Then as we moved on, the deal fell apart and the agent asked our’s if we were still interested. Luckily we hadn’t yet been able to find an apartment to rent. Now it is the final 20 some days until closing and moving. The pace has picked and is soon to become frantic.
It is an exciting time and also a crazy one. Though we are familiar with the area from Joe’s years on the force, we have new areas to the east open to explore. New trails to find, new places to discover and so much more.
After months of looking, outbids , failed offers and with the closing date looming it is time to admit defeat in our house buying process. The market being in a frenzy over the few places being sold is not one I want to be part of.
So this means apartment or townhouse rental search must be done. Not the outcome we were looking for, but it had to be done. Which will mean the garage contents of yard and house stuff must be dealt with on short order. Rakes, ladders, shovels, mower, thrower, all that sort of thing. Plus items I am not so sure I want to part with but know need to be dealt with.
It makes it a much harder process than just a regular move from house to house, or even house to condo. Which makes a tense time even tenser since I am the handler of it all. And so this sideways step will send us off in an unexpected direction, one I can only hope is a good one.
I have managed to keep the orchids I bought alive throughout the showings of the house. I was not sure I would meet with success, but either they are hardier or I paid better attention to their needs. Either way, they will be bright spots of color in whatever place we end up calling home.
The house search continues to slog on, and on, as the closing date here moves at a faster pace. I want my own stuff back out of boxes so I don’t have to rummage or do without an item I need. Usually spring brings a rush of houses to the market as people wrap up the school year and hope to get settled before summer is too far underway. This year however, that has not been the case. There are plenty of expensive places, or places that need a great deal of work (sometimes both of those in the same place), but little in the range we are looking at. Each place we find, sells in a day or the bids go through the roof, making for disappointment for all the other bidders. And so we continue, waiting for new places to come on the market that don’t need a bulldozer. Maybe today the right place will come on and we will have our offer accepted. Time will tell.